BNHA Oneshots

☁ - Hold Me Up - Bakugou

Warning: this chapter deals with attempted suicide, mentions of abuse, intrusive thoughts, and heavy cursing (surprise, surprise). Please don't read if these are triggering. Believe it or not, I care about you. UwU.

The wind danced around you. It invited you to play, sometimes whipping around your hair or nipping at your exposed skin. You loved the wind. You loved how it felt against you during the during the summer. You loved how it was powerful enough to knock down a human, yet it refrained from doing so and instead just jostled them around like an old friend.

You weren't sure how it would feel against you as you fell.

This was something you knew you were going to do for a while now. It started the second year of middle school. The beating. The drinking. The yelling. But you were strong. You weren't one to let intrusive thoughts control you until they lead you to death. At least, you thought you were.

Believe it or not, it was your classmates that pushed you over the edge. Well, not the literal edge. Not yet. They were so much better than you it hurt. Kirishima could break through walls, Bakugou could level a building, Todoroki could form huge masses of ice big enough to fill up a stadium and control bursts of fire that could incinerate in seconds, and Yaoyorozu could create almost anything she wanted. What could you do? What use in battle could you provide? What good were you when your class was around?

Nothing. You were absolutely nothing.

The pain you felt at being inferior was unlike anything you had ever felt. It clawed apart at your insides until they were all but gone. It gnawed away at your heart, leaving you without a personality, leaving you apathetic. It ripped and ripped at your mind until it was all that remained.

I'm useless.
I'm unimportant.
I'm unnecessary.
I'm—

"What the fuck are you doing?" You turned around. Standing there, with his hands stuffed in a black sweatshirt adorned with a skull, was Bakugou. His crimson eyes were narrowed at you suspiciously. "And why the fuck are you just wearing a t-shirt and shorts?"

The sight of your crush sent involuntary shivers up your spine. Or it was the cold wind. It was probably the wind.

You smiled sadly. "I just wanted to feel something before I can't anymore," you answered. He scoffed.

"Wha—" he began, only to cut himself off abruptly. "The fuck you just say? You—... get off the edge."

The edge. You were sitting on it; had been for twenty minutes now. You were such a coward. Why you couldn't have just slid off ages ago escaped you. So afraid. So weak. So pathetic.

"Dumbass, did you not—"

"I heard you," you interrupted. Bakugou was quiet. Wow. You just cut off Bakugou Katsuki. If you survived falling off 1-A Alliance, he was definitely going to kill you. "I'm just not going to listen. You've made it explicitly clear you don't care about anyone here. Why is now so different?"

"Because now you're on the edge of the goddamned roof," he pointed out, like it was obvious. Which it was. You could just lean forward and fall off whenever you wanted, and he knew that. Of course he did. He was a genius: another quality he possessed that you didn't.

"It's not like anyone would miss me..." you sighed, more to your self than him. You looked back at the land below you. What would it look like, stained with your corpse? A morbid thought, you realized with a shudder, but an intriguing one nonetheless. There was only one way to find out...

And then there was nothing beneath you but air. Your eyes slipped shut. This was it. This was the end. There was no going back now. There was no second chance, no second life, no second thought. You were about to die. And there was nothing you could do about it but accept your date and wait for it. Your skin tingled. It wasn't from the cold.

But it never came. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and tugged you back up with surprising ease. Your heart thudded in your ears so loudly you couldn't hear Bakugou, even though he was yelling. Your knees stopped working, forcing both of you to the ground. Your eyes, wide with shock, couldn't lift up to meet his own.

You almost died. 

You would've died had Bakugou not been there. His hands were gripping your shoulders now and his eyes were glaring at you. You ignored all of that, wordlessly wrapping your arms around his shoulders and hiding your face in his chest. The distant sound of him yelling faded away until it was nonexistent.

"You're such an idiot," he sighed into your ear. "Don't think your life means nothing. Got it?" You nodded. You got the message. Someone would miss you. And that was Bakugou Katsuki.